The Weaver's Echo
The blinding flash of light that erupted from the obsidian orb as Lyra grasped it ripped through the misty summit of the Sleeping Giants, momentarily stunning Elias and his Advanced Hybrids. The ancient energy, pure and incandescent, surged through Lyra, intertwining with her amplified mate bond to Kieran. It wasn't just raw power; it was a deluge of knowledge, an immediate, visceral download of millennia-old memories and wisdom. She saw glimpses of The Weaver of Light, a female pureblood of immense power and serene resolve, not in direct visions, but as fragmented, intuitive insights – a deep understanding of essence flow, of ancient connections, and the intrinsic weakness of the Thorne lineage’s corrupted power.
The orb thrummed in her hand, warm and alive, its pulsat
